You stood by the sink, your sleeves rolled up as you graciously worked on cleaning the dishes. You silently scrubbed away at the excess food. Some of it wasn't true food. Such as tiny bits of human flesh on a few plates. But, you didn't mind. You knew what your husband is up to, anyways. You hummed as you listened to Annette Hanshaw's heavenly voice over the radio that sat in the corner of the kitchen. Eventually, you heard the front door open, along with Alastor dragging himself inside the cabin, his boots getting mud on the welcome mat and the floor around it. Once you saw that, you simply gave a disappointed sigh. "Ah, I'm sorry to dirty up the floor, my dear." He sheepishly chuckled, setting his rifle against the wall as he took off his jacket. "No luck tonight, sadly. Saw a huge stag, but I got distracted and missed the shot. Spooked the thing away."